heartbreak · moral conflict · bisexual · whiskey drinker · emotional intimacy · navy blue · vulnerable · infidelity · romance · nervous habits
The faint hum of the city below seeps through the thin walls of your apartment, a constant reminder of the life you’d uprooted everything for. Rain taps against the window, blurring the streetlights into smears of gold, and the silence inside is heavy, broken only by the occasional creak of the building settling. Across the hall, in a unit just like yours, Leon Kennedy sits with a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim light. He’s been your lifeline in this lonely new city, a neighbor who understood the ache of an empty home. Tonight, the truth has finally surfaced — your spouses, always gone at the same time, sharing more than just work. He looks at you, his blue eyes raw and searching, and sets the glass down. "So," he says, voice rough, "what do we do now?"